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Poor Paul 2: Fine Dining
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 2: Fine Dining (Another sequel to Intermission)
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sexual situation, language, misuse of cutlery)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed occupy themselves in a private dining room while waiting for their server... and a certain someone just so happens to have a new job, it seems.
AN: The Reluctant Voyeur is back! Thanks to you guys, Paul has taken on a life of his own and I hope you enjoy his latest misadventure as well.
Poor Paul 2: Fine Dining
Roy arranged for the private dining room so that the two of them could have a romantic dinner by themselves... but Ed had something else in mind.
After they were seated, the blushing hostess- who almost imploded when Roy gave her a trademark Mustang smirk/smile- scurried out of the room. Roy picked up the menu and searched the restaurant's offerings. Ed, on the other hand, looked around the small room with a gleam in his eyes and mentally calculated the amount of time they had before their server would arrive.
Just the thought of being fucked by Roy in such a renowned four star restaurant caused his cock to twitch with anticipation. Ed had been hot for him all evening, but the man was playing coy and had refused to have sex with him before they left for the restaurant.
He gazed lustfully across the table at the source of his present state of need and decided he had better act soon.
"Hm," Roy said, perusing the menu. "I hear their filet mignon is very good. And the sea bass, too. What are you going to have?"
"What I want isn't on the menu," Ed said softly. The intention in his voice was evident.
Roy regarded Ed with a mildly irritated look... but there was something else there as well, lurking behind those dark eyes. Ed's cock twitched again in a plea for attention and he decided to take a chance. Roy might be able to wait, but Ed needed to get off.
Right now.
He plucked the dinner fork from the table (were three forks really necessary? he vaguely wondered) and twirled it lazily in his fingers, never taking his eyes from Roy's. He wanted the man so badly that he could taste it; he felt the first beads of precum begin to leak into his pants and shifted slightly in his seat.
The fork "accidentally" tumbled from Ed's hand and under the table in front of him. He gave an overly dramatic gasp and put his hand over his mouth in faux horror.
"Oh no," he said in mock disappointment. "I dropped my fork."
He dropped his hand and smiled seductively at Roy.
"Would you get it for me?"
Roy stared silently at Ed. His eyes trailed down the young man's chest and at the table, in the direction of the fallen fork. He met Ed's eyes again and uttered the two most beautiful words Ed had ever heard:
"Be quick."
Ed beamed triumphantly and nodded eagerly.
Roy sighed in defeat and smiled to himself before scooting his chair back and disappearing under the table.
Ed placed his hands on the tabletop and waited impatiently, his erection now very close to bursting through his pants. He let out a startled gasp as he felt arms wrap around his legs and pull him down in the seat of his chair. He felt Roy's fingers graze him through his pants and almost came by that small motion alone.
Roy unzipped Ed's pants and in one swift, experienced motion, released the young man's aching cock from its prison, grasping it firmly in one hand. The sensation of Roy's touch coupled with his inability to see anything more than the outline of the man's head under the table was more than Ed could bear and he began to thrust himself uncontrollably through Roy's fist.
"Ahh!" he cried out as he felt Roy's tongue skim over the tip, licking away the salty wetness.
Roy took the tip into his mouth entirely, sucking at a slow, deliberate pace and rolling his tongue over the opening with each pass. Ed's eyes opened wide and he grasped the corners of the table, holding on for dear life.
"Ah... ahh.... oh fuck yeah...." he whimpered helplessly, driving his hips up so that the head of his cock met the back of Roy's throat.
Roy removed his hand and firmly grasped Ed's hips to hold him in place. He then dove down on Ed, taking his entire length into his mouth and sucking him fiercely. Ed's body jerked violently at the unexpected pleasure. He threw his head back and opened his mouth, trying to remember where they were, trying valiantly not to scream-
"Good evening, I'm Paul and I'll be your serv-"
"FUUUUUUCK!!!" Ed cried out hoarsely. He moved his hands under the table and wrapped his fingers in the older man's thin but silky black hair, bucking wildly as he came hard into Roy's mouth. He could feel Roy swallowing repeatedly, trying to keep up with the amount of release that poured down his throat. It was damn near endless.
Ed finally loosened his stranglehold on Roy's hair and caressed his face. He collapsed against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
"Fuck," he said again, breathlessly. He smiled softly as he felt Roy zip him back up, gently so as not to hurt him....
... and it was only then that he felt the presence of another person in the room.
With his eyes wide open, Ed craned his neck slowly towards the entrance to the private dining room. Now that his lust had been fulfilled, he turned an astonishing shade of red.
A gape-mouthed Paul stared in mind numbing shock at the scene in front of him.
Roy pulled himself up and knelt between Ed's legs, poking his head out from beneath the tablecloth, unaware of Paul's now dangerously bulging eyes upon him.
"Are you happy now?" he asked Ed before noticing the boy's embarrassed attention was elsewhere.
Roy turned to the doorway and looked into Paul's stunned face.
"Hi, Paul," he said cheerfully, as if greeting an old friend.
Roy held up the runaway cutlery and gave Paul a deliciously wicked smirk. "He dropped his fork," he explained.
Ed buried his face in his hands and wanted to crawl under the table to join Roy.
"Uh... would... you... like... to start... with... an appetizer?" Paul stammered.
Roy rested an elbow on Ed's thigh and grinned evilly. He casually traced his bottom lip with his finger and said, "No... I think I'm ready for the main course now."
"Roy..." Ed groaned through his fingers. He pushed his head further into his hands, as if that would somehow conceal him even more.
Roy continued to talk to Paul as if kneeling there between Ed's legs, having just given him the best blow job of his life, was the most natural thing in the world. "I've been trying to decide between the filet mignon and the sea bass, Paul," Roy stated matter-of-factly. " Which would you suggest?... Paul? ... Oh- your nose is bleeding, are you alright? Paul?..."
The End
Title: Poor Paul 2: Fine Dining (Another sequel to Intermission)
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sexual situation, language, misuse of cutlery)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed occupy themselves in a private dining room while waiting for their server... and a certain someone just so happens to have a new job, it seems.
AN: The Reluctant Voyeur is back! Thanks to you guys, Paul has taken on a life of his own and I hope you enjoy his latest misadventure as well.
Poor Paul 2: Fine Dining
Roy arranged for the private dining room so that the two of them could have a romantic dinner by themselves... but Ed had something else in mind.
After they were seated, the blushing hostess- who almost imploded when Roy gave her a trademark Mustang smirk/smile- scurried out of the room. Roy picked up the menu and searched the restaurant's offerings. Ed, on the other hand, looked around the small room with a gleam in his eyes and mentally calculated the amount of time they had before their server would arrive.
Just the thought of being fucked by Roy in such a renowned four star restaurant caused his cock to twitch with anticipation. Ed had been hot for him all evening, but the man was playing coy and had refused to have sex with him before they left for the restaurant.
He gazed lustfully across the table at the source of his present state of need and decided he had better act soon.
"Hm," Roy said, perusing the menu. "I hear their filet mignon is very good. And the sea bass, too. What are you going to have?"
"What I want isn't on the menu," Ed said softly. The intention in his voice was evident.
Roy regarded Ed with a mildly irritated look... but there was something else there as well, lurking behind those dark eyes. Ed's cock twitched again in a plea for attention and he decided to take a chance. Roy might be able to wait, but Ed needed to get off.
Right now.
He plucked the dinner fork from the table (were three forks really necessary? he vaguely wondered) and twirled it lazily in his fingers, never taking his eyes from Roy's. He wanted the man so badly that he could taste it; he felt the first beads of precum begin to leak into his pants and shifted slightly in his seat.
The fork "accidentally" tumbled from Ed's hand and under the table in front of him. He gave an overly dramatic gasp and put his hand over his mouth in faux horror.
"Oh no," he said in mock disappointment. "I dropped my fork."
He dropped his hand and smiled seductively at Roy.
"Would you get it for me?"
Roy stared silently at Ed. His eyes trailed down the young man's chest and at the table, in the direction of the fallen fork. He met Ed's eyes again and uttered the two most beautiful words Ed had ever heard:
"Be quick."
Ed beamed triumphantly and nodded eagerly.
Roy sighed in defeat and smiled to himself before scooting his chair back and disappearing under the table.
Ed placed his hands on the tabletop and waited impatiently, his erection now very close to bursting through his pants. He let out a startled gasp as he felt arms wrap around his legs and pull him down in the seat of his chair. He felt Roy's fingers graze him through his pants and almost came by that small motion alone.
Roy unzipped Ed's pants and in one swift, experienced motion, released the young man's aching cock from its prison, grasping it firmly in one hand. The sensation of Roy's touch coupled with his inability to see anything more than the outline of the man's head under the table was more than Ed could bear and he began to thrust himself uncontrollably through Roy's fist.
"Ahh!" he cried out as he felt Roy's tongue skim over the tip, licking away the salty wetness.
Roy took the tip into his mouth entirely, sucking at a slow, deliberate pace and rolling his tongue over the opening with each pass. Ed's eyes opened wide and he grasped the corners of the table, holding on for dear life.
"Ah... ahh.... oh fuck yeah...." he whimpered helplessly, driving his hips up so that the head of his cock met the back of Roy's throat.
Roy removed his hand and firmly grasped Ed's hips to hold him in place. He then dove down on Ed, taking his entire length into his mouth and sucking him fiercely. Ed's body jerked violently at the unexpected pleasure. He threw his head back and opened his mouth, trying to remember where they were, trying valiantly not to scream-
"Good evening, I'm Paul and I'll be your serv-"
"FUUUUUUCK!!!" Ed cried out hoarsely. He moved his hands under the table and wrapped his fingers in the older man's thin but silky black hair, bucking wildly as he came hard into Roy's mouth. He could feel Roy swallowing repeatedly, trying to keep up with the amount of release that poured down his throat. It was damn near endless.
Ed finally loosened his stranglehold on Roy's hair and caressed his face. He collapsed against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
"Fuck," he said again, breathlessly. He smiled softly as he felt Roy zip him back up, gently so as not to hurt him....
... and it was only then that he felt the presence of another person in the room.
With his eyes wide open, Ed craned his neck slowly towards the entrance to the private dining room. Now that his lust had been fulfilled, he turned an astonishing shade of red.
A gape-mouthed Paul stared in mind numbing shock at the scene in front of him.
Roy pulled himself up and knelt between Ed's legs, poking his head out from beneath the tablecloth, unaware of Paul's now dangerously bulging eyes upon him.
"Are you happy now?" he asked Ed before noticing the boy's embarrassed attention was elsewhere.
Roy turned to the doorway and looked into Paul's stunned face.
"Hi, Paul," he said cheerfully, as if greeting an old friend.
Roy held up the runaway cutlery and gave Paul a deliciously wicked smirk. "He dropped his fork," he explained.
Ed buried his face in his hands and wanted to crawl under the table to join Roy.
"Uh... would... you... like... to start... with... an appetizer?" Paul stammered.
Roy rested an elbow on Ed's thigh and grinned evilly. He casually traced his bottom lip with his finger and said, "No... I think I'm ready for the main course now."
"Roy..." Ed groaned through his fingers. He pushed his head further into his hands, as if that would somehow conceal him even more.
Roy continued to talk to Paul as if kneeling there between Ed's legs, having just given him the best blow job of his life, was the most natural thing in the world. "I've been trying to decide between the filet mignon and the sea bass, Paul," Roy stated matter-of-factly. " Which would you suggest?... Paul? ... Oh- your nose is bleeding, are you alright? Paul?..."
The End